I can ride my bike

With no handlebars.

No Handlebars.

No Handlebars.

 

Look at me
Look at me
Hands in the air like it's good to be
Alive

 

and I'm a famous rapper
even when the paths're all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record

 

born in the flood
bloody fingerpaint sets
blackmarketed fresh
water canons forget me not
epitaph airbrush with death
white t's
wife beaters
button up
reattach flesh

 

Cin stop mixing flobots songs, you're confusing the f*ck out of me.
​

 

I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leaf Erickson(?)

 

Mayday is 7340987569087 times better then Handlebars. I'm just trying to start a good song. :V

*Leif Erikson

 

Blonde hair with highlights
Metal piercings that give off thier own light
I borrow pants from my sister
So damn tight they'll give my **** a blister
"I want to die somebody please murder me"
Wayne, take my picture and make a rest in peace shirt of me

o.o

 

:guns: :guns3: :guns2:
:cheers:

**Leif Ericson

CONTINUING ON CUZ I'M BORED AS HELL.

I know all the words to De Colordes
And I'm proud to be an American
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz look

 

Alright, if you want to get technical,

*Leifr Eiríksson

 

I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome

I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone​

 

look at me look at me
just called to say that it's good to be
alive in such a small word i'm all curled up with a book to read

(i do it from memory, so line seperation is error'd)

 

I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to a gallon of gasoline